When we left off...He felt a shifting. He started to shake. His skin slowly faded to black, and his
eyes began to glow a disturbing red...
He screamed as his shirt tore open in the back from the pressure of the rising lumps
that quickly spread to wings. His sweat drenched hair dissolved into his head and
fangs grew inside his grimacing mouth. An undescribable hate welled up and then faded
as all thought was lost to the demon whom now controlled his body.
"I AM POISIDON!" he screamed into the night. He looked straight ahead, and launched
into a run thrice as fast and agile as any human was capable of. As his breathing
became heavy, he quickened his run and caught the air with his wings.
His flight took him above the treetops to where anyone below who happened to look up
quick enough would catch a glimpse of something that looked like a dragon drenched in
moonlight with no visible color but black and two red dots.
He knew not where his flight would take him, but it would be somewhere where he could
rest and learn...
Somewhere quiet where almost nothing bad ever happened and no one cared if you had a
split personality or was infected with a demon...
Somwhere like...
That was it! He changed direction and flew as fast and hard as he could at the
thought of warm food and a soft bed where he could sleep and learn, and no one would
mind teaching him. And into the night he flew, destination in mind...

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